today i helped the hobbitlings dress themselves for playtime in the beautiful february sunshine: ski hats, mittens, star wars ponchos-- all the must-haves for proper cold weather adventuring. as i braided the long blond curls wildly escaping from underneath ela's pink snow hat, she repeatedly assisted me by smoothing the braid with her mittened hand. finally, i warned her, "it's best to keep your mittens away from your hair, princess: they could cause static electricity."
under the brim of her snow hat, ela's big eyes suddenly grew bigger. her little face grew paler. her munchkin-like voice grew squeakier as she ventured the all-important follow-up question:
"what... in the world... is stomach electricity?!?"
